NORTH COUNTRY MAID

from the Watersons

1. north country maid up to London has strayed
All though with her nature it did not agree
And she's wept and she's sighed
And she's [bad word] her hands and cried,
Oh I wish once again in the north I could be.
 [bad word] 
For the oak and the ash,
And the bonny ivy tree
All flourish and bloom
In my north country.

2. How sadly I roamed
And lament my dear home,

Where lads and lasses are making the hay

Where the bells they do ring

And the little birds do sing,

And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and [bad word] 

3. No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease

For where bonnie lasses are, lovers [bad word] 
But the lad that I wed, must be North country bred,

And must carry me back to my North country home.